Enter Servants.
Take this fellow into custody, keep him safe
I charge you.
Bust. Safe? do you hear? take notice what plight you
find me in, if there want but a collop or a steak o'me, look
to't.
Jul. If my Nephew return not in his health to morrow,
Thou goest to th'Rack.
Bust. Let me go to th'manger first; I had rather eat oats
than hay. [Exeunt.
Enter Bellides with a Letter.
Bel. By your leave, Sir.
Jul. For ought I know yet, you are welcome Sir.
Bel. Read that, and tell me so: or if thy spectacles be not easie,
Keep thy nose unsadl'd, and ope thine ears;
I can speak thee the contents, I made 'em;
'Tis a challenge, a fair one, I'll maintain't:
I scorn to hire my Second to deliver't,
I bring't my self: Dost know me, Julio?